Evening of Martius 4, 353
I look in the mirror and see an old woman staring back at me.
My Lord, how did I ever get so old? I remember things as though they were yesterday. Leaving Avonna for Lithmore. Taking my vows for the Church as a Priestess. Then the day I swore service to the Knights Lithmorran, whom I lead today. Cei and Sofia. Queen Richael. And so many others.
And yet so many have passed on where I still linger here on Urth. I still remain alive, still strong, yet even age is starting to take it’s toll on me. I can no longer match the younger Knights when they are fully trained, yet the thought does not bother me in the slightest. It means I did my job and they will live to old age, Lord willing.
I had best get to my rest. Another day approaches.
